Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust
trucks backfire, I bust back
How that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

2]
Them niggas that wanted war
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!